“It was thick and looked as if it was about to burst from the original rectangular patch that the children and their grandfather plotted. Fat green tomatoes sagged on their vines. Watermelon, cucumbers, and squash crept forward, spilling into the tall grass of the meadow. The pole beans stood well over the straw man’s head, leaving the ghostly figure to stand in his silk dress, idly watching as the beanstalks slowly strangled the sunflowers. Hawkins stepped up to the straw man and ran a thick fi...nger over the tight weave and the feathers that fluttered around its head in the late afternoon breeze. He looked around at the trampled grass between him and the unearthed smokehouse. “Maybe you should wait up in the woods while I have a look around,” he said to the boy. “I know that I ain’t seen no one here for two days, but it still don’t feel right.” Avery John Hawkins pulled a rifle wrapped in beaded buckskin from the side of his horse and turned the boy toward the woods. “Now, you keep your eyes open, and if it comes to it, don’t be afraid to flash your Winchester like I taught ya.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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